"'Hope' is the thing with feathersā That perches in the soulā And sings the tune without the wordsā And never stopsāat allā" -Emily Dickinson, "Hope" is the thing with feathers
Good morning. Or afternoon, evening, or night. Whatever time it is, I hope it's a good one. My name is Simon; I'm really just a guy making his way in this world. I, surprisingly, have quite a bit of free time, so why not fill it by talking to people? Maybe I could help someone out there smile or laugh. They weren't kidding that laughter is the best medicine.
hi!! it's @theguybehindthechair . Like I said, I'm rewriting Simon, and I've decided this is how I want to do it. In my eyes, he's a researcher who might be contemplating a career change into teaching. Humor is his #1 coping mechanism, and that 100% includes self-deprecating humor. He won't let you say anything bad about yourself, though. He's a hypocrite.
Keep reading if you want to see what I wrote for his backstory, which is mostly the same as before. Before you do that, just a warning for a few things. Mentioned in that backstory are: child abuse and *implied* CSA (it's not directly stated!), alcoholism, cult implications, and misgendering (Simon is transmasc), and that should be it. I think? That's the indented section just below this, and you can skip right past that if you need to.
Simon Moore is todayās subject. Having grown up in northern Washington, in an area almost everyone would consider beyond rural, Simon was a black sheep. His father, a devoutly religious man, and his mother, a woman who would do whatever her husband asked, were surprised to have had a daughter. Theirā¦community preferred a firstborn son. Preferred is probably putting it lightly. Simonās parents took pity on their daughter and didnātā¦punish her the way they were told. That isnāt to say she was never punished, of course. Her father, David, was a drunk. He was never really sober, even on the clock, but it was worse at home. He had no self-control, and he blamed his problems on the people he could easily grasp. Those people being his daughter and his wife. Fortunately for his wife, Francine, he did truly love her. He never hurt her when he could avoid it, especially since that was forbidden by their community. They had morals, if few. Those morals didnāt extend to their daughter, a shameful stain on their house. Francine couldnāt bear any more children, so they were all they had. Just David, Francine, and their disgusting daughter. This worsened as the years stretched. Their daughter, whom they forced to be the pinnacle of womanhood, was changing. She was defiant. Jealous. Angry. A woman shouldnāt be any of those things. Ever. David had enough. One night, when she was perhaps 10 or 11, she had refused his demands one too many times, and he had had one too many drinks. He didnāt even think before picking up his bottle, half full, and slamming the base against the stair railing. Beer and glass sprayed everywhere, and he blinked just once before the cloud in his eyes took over once more. Time both stopped and dragged on. He came around to see his daughter and himself, as well as the room, shrouded in blood. The look of his daughter isnāt what scared him. It was the thought of what people would think, especially since he clearly had to take this stupid girl to a doctor. She was blind, her eyes having had to have been removed. Now his stupid daughter was stupider than before.Ā That daughter? Sheās the one and only Simon Moore, as youāve likely guessed. He lived that life for far too long, having hit his breaking point one fateful night when he was 17. Simon was a smart boy, gifted in ways his parents never approved. Women shouldn't be in academia; they belonged at home, they told him. That was all they told him those days. He couldnāt take it. For one, he was no woman. For another? His father still had issues with keeping his hands to himself. Simon had been pushed too far, and he blew up. He fought his father, the first and only time heād fought back. He lost a front tooth in that fight, but he was free. He had already finished high school, had actually been hiding that from his parents, and knew heād be leaving soon. He ran. He ran as far as he could until he could finally see city lights. Or were they? Lights shouldnāt be moving that fast, right in his direction. A plane? A UFO? No. A ring. A blue ring was flying fast toward him, stopping harshly.Ā That leads us to now. Simon is 26, a professional entomologist and geologist. He has a tendency to multitask. That ring was hope, a sign that his life was not going to end that night. Simon lives in Star City part-time and spends the rest flitting between this galaxy and the next. He is a Blue Lantern and wonāt let bad memories taint his life any longer.Ā Simon, unbeknownst to himself, is more than anyone could or would ever think. He is more than a Lantern. He is Hope itself. Many know that Hope is nothing without Will, and as such, a Blue Lantern is nigh useless without a Green. Simon, however, combats this theory. He has the Hope to survive anything and the Will to make it happen. He is Hope.
Oookay, now that that's done, I have a couple rules to establish:
Any canon from the original blog doesn't carry over (excluding similarities in their backstories and birthday, March 15).
This older version is more in line with my very, very original ideas for Simon, and I had shipped him with Dick Grayson (they're both symbols of hope, c'mon). I'd love to write that with someone (preferably someone close in age to me, as I am a MINOR). Just discuss it OOC with me first! I also don't mind ships with other characters close to Simon's age (if you didn't read the backstory, he's 26), especially Roy or Wally or Kyle. Simon is panromantic, demisexual, and polyamorous. Ships with other OCs are welcome too; just follow the same rules (talk to me OOC!).
Of course, Simon and Dick (and any other characters mentioned above) are friends first, so platonic RP is 100% welcome and encouraged. They don't have to be romantic lol (esp if you aren't comfortable/i'm not comfortable).
Simon has a phobia of being drunk. He doesn't mind being around drunk people (as much anymore; it used to be an issue). He will never get drunk (unless perhaps y'all magic him drunk, idk), out of fear of acting like his father. Following that, Simon will not have kids of his own. Other people's kids are fine (he wants to eventually be a teacher), just none related to him. He believes that he'll react like his parents did, which is an irrational fear of his.
He is very close to the Green Lanterns on Earth, considering he himself has been a Lantern (just Blue) for around a decade. He considers John and Hal key mentors in his life, and Kyle and Jo are some of his best friends (as well as Dick and Roy!).
Just a fun fact! David is French, and Francine is Indigenous (Cowlitz. She changed a lot when she met David).
Like the backstory says, Simon has no eyes. They were heavily damaged, and if they had been left in, they could have damaged beyond just the eyeballs. He's adapted, and has a seeing eye dog named Scooby. He's also missing that front tooth, and he used to have a crown but it broke off in one of his first fights as a Lantern. He couldn't be bothered to replace it.
Simon can drive a car, and even swipes his friends' motorcycles when he can. He doesn't have a license (he's blind) but his ring helps him "see" the road (Think like how Rocky from PHM sees).
That's it for now! I'll add more here gradually, and I hope writing him this way will be better for me.
